SD 240506.10 ODA med spc personal log Ra'nar and NCP's

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Date(s): 2005-06-10

===== Holodeck, USS Chimera ===== Ra’nar wiped the sweet from his brow before lunging back at the Jem’hadar holograme with his sword in hand. Ra’nar ran towards the hologram, his katana smashed against the Jem’hadar’s triple bladed Kar'takin as he finished his run and swung for the head. The hologram was on the highest difficultly setting, slowly Ra’nar was pushed to one knee, there weapons still locked together. Ra’nar saw the Jem’hadar smile at him, quickly with his left hand Ra’nar pulled out the dagger that was hidden in the handle and pushed it into the jem’hadar’s stomach. He jumped to both feet as his opponent staggered back and with a flick of his wrist sent the blade across the chest of the injured Jem’hadar who disappeared as the program ended. Ra’nar turned to his three fellow ODA members, “Easy.” Before Walker could say something the Andorian female stood up. “That is a fine weapon, but there is not much call for swords when you can use a MKIII or a SAW.” Said Imaru, talking a closer look. “Perhaps, but I will keep it with me all the same. I have witnessed many occasions were a phaser or disrupter has malfunctioned and a comrade has reverted to a bladed weapon to great effect.” The Andorian crewman picked up the dagger that was now lying on the floor and handed it back to Ra’nar. “Do what you must, but be careful with that weapon Ra’nar. Do not make the mistake of thinking that because I come from the fleet, I won’t beat you to a pulp if that weapon even cuts a tread on my uniform.” Said Imaru smiling. Ra’nar laughed as he took the dagger and placed it back into the handle. “Beatings? Are you trying to involve me into some strange Andorian matting ritual?” Asked Ra’nar with a smile on his face. She turned his laugh with one of her own before responding, “I believe you are thinking of Klingons. Andorian Matting is much more interesting.” Before Ra’nar could respond with another remark, Walker stood up and strolled over to the two trying to look as casual as possible, he had obviously thought of something to say. Christopher Walker looked into Imaru’s eye’s ready to throw down his very best ‘pick up’ line, “You know, I like my women like my coffee. Hot, fulfilling and...” It was now Ra’nar turn to interrupt, “And in a plastic cup?” Ra’nar said snickering. Walker did not see the funny said, “No! Not In a god damn plastic cup!” He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing. After a moment he looked back into Imaru’s eyes and spoke up again, “I was going to say, hot, fulfilling and....” Again Ra’nar saw his moment. “And with a lot sugar?” He said now full out laughing. Walker was again outraged, “NO! No cup! No sugar! And both for you say it no blasted SPOON!!!” The sweet was now poring off of Walkers head. “Look at you holding that sword as if you are waiting for your second innings at Lords, Oval, Malbourn, New Pike city...” He was off. Ra’nar was astonished that a man could get so completely lost in a world of his own and still be in the Marines let alone the SSF. {Must be cannon folder}, thought Ra’nar as Walker continued his rant. “.... the ball fly’s towards you, a swing and contact. It sails though the air and over for a six, the crown go wild and England win the Ashes, GREATNESS!” Ra’nar was startled, it appeared that Walker had reached some kind of ecstasy. Ra’nar had been around Human for a number of years, but never had he seen something like that. “What?” asked Ra’nar. “Cricket.” Replied Walker, Walker turned and held his arms up to some imagery figure on the ceiling, “The Gentleman’s game. Tea, pleasantry, tradition, applauds. A riveting drama. Paradoxical as it may seem, idealism and intrigue, social mobility and strict stratification are all part of cricket’s story…” Walker was stopped by a noise, the noise of a door opening and closing again quickly. He turned to see the doors to the holodeck close, Ra’nar and the two others were gone. “Sneak off when I am talking. That noise almost gave me a heart attack, imagen that. What irony, A Marine dieing of a heart attack.” He said to himself as he exited the holodeck in search for the others. =====End Log===== Private Ra’nar Medical specialist USS Chimera & PVT Christopher Walker, Crewman Imaru (NCP’s, Ra’nar) _________________________________________________________________ Want to block unwanted pop-ups? Download the free MSN Toolbar now! http://toolbar.msn.co.uk/